When I was 8, my mum took us to Canada and America. She drove me and my two older sisters, plus a cousin, from Toronto down to Miami and back. And we stopped in Baltimore, got there 2am.
And where we stopped, around Charles Street, was just all busy, all black people. And she had my uncles address written down, showing it to people. And a guy explained. I remember how calm he looked, and his skin was glistening a lot.
We found the house OK and she parked up, in the morning the car got towed cos she parked on the wrong side of the Street.
And where we stopped, around Charles Street, was just all busy, all black people. And she had my uncles address written down, showing it to people. And a guy explained. I remember how calm he looked, and his skin was glistening a lot.
We found the house OK and she parked up, in the morning the car got towed cos she parked on the wrong side of the Street.